Didn't write this to a beat because it's not really something I write, lol. I just wanted to fuck around and see how it came out since I was bored tonight. Some feed would be cool, haha.
Embedded with some, of the worst thoughts that a demon could have,
I could breathe in the glass that should have shredded these lungs
but even that as a snack will never be the end of me son,
I grab energy from, and distant knowledge through
acidic molecules that would appear in a leaded thermis
and clearly I said it perfect.. The type of liquid
that Jim Jones would spike his kids with,
This shit's known for searing your epidermis...
I'm, the Son Of Sam crossbred with Ghandi and Jesus
Gobbling Fetus'..Easy when you cross me,
I'll crossbreed with Dahmer and eat ya
meet up, then feed your army to these fucks for cheap thrills..
An abomination of digested feet, guts and weak skill,
I mean plus I'm just a dick in the flesh..
circumcized.. sick with tourettes..
I would say anything to get you in bed,
With a lit cigarette stench, of burnt skin
that works in, to the vision of sex..
Listen I'm blessed, test me I'm a titan that's reborn
throw'n rings of saturn at oppenents, igniting their weak form,
all the while grasping a power that is surging deep,
certainly overowering your circuitry with no lightning or lead cord
It's top notch, and C-4, is likened to pop-rocks if popped off, in my presence..
Horrendous in fashion, infact did I mention the Mansons
even deemed me the bad guy...
apocolyptic magi equipped with a samurai frying a bag tied,
full of silver tongues..
Spilling some, as bait for my victims that love to hate..
My lovely games make Wayne Gacy seem righteous and sain
A saint, rightly insane.. The pain brightens my day..
I portray my speech carved through a raven's beak,
It's darker than shades of green your face will see
after I plague the streets, with a grotesque
grope-fest of raping teens and ladie's screams..
I made a scene that may have seemed despicable, cowardly..
but outwardly I leave a smile,
you'd need a vial with the ghost of every theif and child
and wild biblical scholars to fiddle for hours
with a ouija board, some holy water on easter isle
while deciphering the infinite power of the scriptures
depicted and written within..
dripping with sin and rusting, I had rose from the sod
clutching, to life with a boastful jihad and moses's Rod..
The reincarnation of those who were wronged,
twisted and mixed with Noah and Ra.. no facade
you notice he's odd??? a notice to God..
I devised the algorithms that would start parting the seas,
so pardon me but that throne is mine,
and I've, shown through time that I,
or atleast part of me has known divine, structure..
For the last time.. Fuck you.
I fed fa-q's peice.